on october 23, 2019, six killjoys ventured into the inner zones and fucked shit up.
this is a journal of what they saw.
Phantom Starchild hijacking your media waves.
I call my gun Orpheus. Should you meet him face to face, leave your prayers on the desert wind like the 200-something lost souls before you. He makes beautiful music. You should hear it some time.
Zone 2 is my home but the fight has been taking me farther north. It gets cold here. Nothing but the fire in our veins to keep us warm.
Things I’ve learned: Dracs are easily distracted (diversions are always a good idea), never leave anyone behind, always take the high ground in a fight, rayguns are also blunt objects good for inflicting trauma, and transmission station SHCO is monitored by BL/ind. Don’t use it. Also, if you come across a familiar ghost, don’t trust it.
Not sure if I can help you if you’ve gotten down to the point of needing help, but just in case, contact me at feanar.tumblr.com or twitter.com/feanar
…the line is secure even if it seems to have fallen into disuse.
Always keep fighting. Die with your boots on if you’re gonna die.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY